Analysis of God is merciful

Let someone stop this endless rain!
I would like to live the spring.
Look at those poor birds!
Just tell me why they stopped singing.

The heart lost all its joy.
In the hands of the cruel,
Love is nothing but a toy.

I keep asking myself ‘where is the spring?’
Let someone tell me why it is late again?
I just want to break this rusty chain.
I just want to end this pain.

As the prayers keep my tongue busy
In a corner, it’s me feeling dizzy.
In search of miracles, my eyes are.
Though this longing is a painful scar.

In the darkest moment of the night
I sit on my chair, dreamy and quiet.
Suddenly I hear a knock on the door
I become hopeful more and more.
Where is the spring?
When will the birds sing?

Let me pray one more,
Saying this will be accepted.
Who knows the sun will shine tomorrow,
Who knows the spring will come soon.

When all the colors leave one by one
When all the memories run,
There stays just black and white.

I know these hands are sinful.
I know the tongue is sinful.
But hope is still there,
God is merciful.
When the lovers are painful,
They still know God is merciful.